Jack stood in front of the police station,the year was 1830 his name was known and feared. people called him jack the ripper, an officer opened the door and instantly recognized him and detained him. As he sat waiting in their interrogation room a man walked in sat down and asked him ''why did you turn yourself in'' so jack responded ''to tell you my story". the man responded''why''. Jack responded''because i am to die the next day at the stroke of midnight '. so Jack said ''shall i proceed'' and the response was ''yes''. i was born in London my father a kind and strong man my mother a beautiful woman with a gentle personality. but my mother died from sickness when i was seven and my father became an angry abusive drunkard and as the years went by it only intensified, the drinking. he would always come home late drunk and angry at me and then one night he brought home friends and they grabbed me and punched me and locked me in the room. they did not feed me or let me out for two whole days i had to sleep on the wooden floor.